The words I want to say
Do not yet exist.
The songs I want to sing
Are not yet possible.
The emotions I feel
Are not yet describable.
The life that I want
Cannot yet be reached.
Sentiment chases meaning
And blends with longing,
Mirroring dreams
And tracing grace.
The existence I covet
Is not yet allowed,
Yet reach for it I shall
To the end of time.